Amber Brown is smart and she knows it. The future valedictorian has carefully mapped out her path to success from age fifteen through adulthood. No straying from The Plan, thank you. Straying is dangerous.
So when she’s forced to pair up with irritating class clown Matt Nickerson for a history project, Amber knows she’ll end up doing all of the work. There’s no way she’d let a lowlife crash her hard-earned GPA and frankly, she’s fine carrying them both for one measly grade.
There’s just one unexpected hiccup in her logic as Matt reveals a side of himself completely contradictory to his image at school … a side that doesn’t mesh with The Plan. Figuring out his hidden agenda becomes her obsession as Amber learns the hard way that everyone, including herself, has layers. In the prequel novelette to the young adult paranormal romance novel Fight, straying into the gray areas of life might not be the horror that Amber had envisioned.
In fact, the gray areas might be downright delightful.
She casts spells. He drinks blood.
Pitted against one another by an ancient alliance that has worn out its welcome, Wendy Wagner and Boris Morozov are forced to share space in an ironclad living situation. He can’t defy orders. She can’t escape.
Limping their way through each day will be torture.
Enduring the days isn’t awful with a system in place.
The days, filled with eyes a heated color of rust and grass-green irises that can’t cloak emotions, blur together in a string of fiery encounters.
Blanket hatred of a mythical species works only if those monsters stay inside their boxes and reflect the hype. Guilt, honor, respect … passion … those traits are nonexistent in the wicked and the soulless. Could the enemy be a façade, a lie sold to Wendy and Boris by beings thirsty for dominance?
When a belief system crumbles, what’s left? What if the good guys … aren’t? Bad guys can wear a disguise so horrifying, it’s unthinkable.
They can look just like you.
Hannah Green has suffered more than her share of trauma. She has walled up her heart as a result. If she lets no one in, she can’t be hurt again, right?
When a massive Irishman barrels into her life, catching her off guard, Hannah’s heart uses the chance to whisper a desire her brain won’t allow. She has lived through her mother’s murder. She has fought terrible battles to preserve her species. Ignoring one (ahem, admittedly handsome) man should be a piece of cake.
Rugged with a refreshingly blunt demeanor, Faine Keary scratches at a part of Hannah that she never knew existed – the part that begs to move on from tragedy, to throw well-meaning caution to the wind, and to truly live. To do so, Hannah will need to break down her walls and face her mother’s death. She’ll need to dance a dance filled with raw emotional risk.